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On a cold winter night, when the moon is nearly full and bright in the sky, you hear laughter. At first, you can't place it, but then you feel little pokes and prods, tugs on your hair, your clothes. Sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye--a small, icy body. Sometimes you hear wings flapping in the night. As long as you are out in the cold, you feel eyes on you and you find yourself the target of small mischief from what seems to be icy little fairies, though they move too fast for you to see or grab. They never speak, only laugh. When you go inside, or venture to anywhere with too much light or heat, they seem to disappear and do not bother you again.
It had been a hell of a night for George, or Go, as he wanted to be called. He snuck out, went to a party and had drinks, and had made out with older kids. ******** older kids Yeah, it was a great night, until he maybe got home, where he'd be a dead young man, but for now, he was on cloud nine.in fact, was in such bliss he didn't hear the laughing at first, but sure as hell felt the tug on his hair. "Huh?" He grabbed his hair, to make sure nothing had snagged it, but was confused to see the long, pink strands just fine, not a snag or knot in sight. Confused, he kept walking, thinking maybe it was his clothes that did it, until he felt the tugs. Little ate first, they became more insistent, until everywhere Go touched the tugs followed, laughter ringing in his ears. Wait, laughter?
"Oh no, no no no no no. I am not being groped by a ghost!" He yelped, now freaked out, and beginning to feel as if he was being watched. He walked faster, ignoring the tugs and yanks, perturbed more by the eyes than anything. And what was that he saw? Go turned, seeing nothing. But he could swear, just out of the corner of his eye he saw a shape, a giggling little shape with strange eyes. Oh man, this was not what he was wanting tonight! He ran now, slipping occasionally on ice patches, hearing and seeing the giggling little bastards sometimes.He'd growl, attempting to snag the now obviously terrible little s**t fairies, and not handsy ghosts, but would miss, and that would just drive him crazier. Was he even really seeing those things? Was he just hallucinating as he froze to death?! He didn't know, what Go knew though, is he needed to be somewhere like a house, and fast. And it was then he remembered his darling, sweet, neighbor Glen had moved into a small house several blocks from his own home and Glen's mothers recently, as if he was still hellbound to terrorize them with being his food testers. Which he didn't need to of course, Go was always willing to be his future husbands taste tester any day. So he made his way there, banging on the door. "Glen! Help man please! Some weird ghost things are groping meeeeee!" He cried, the assault of tiny hands even worse now the he stopped. As he stood there, smacking at every part of his body, Glen answered the door in....was that just a big a** button up shirt? The blond looked up at him, annoyed. "The hell do you want George? And what the hell are you doing? Nevermind, get in before someone actually sees." He pulled Go in, ignoring the idiot smacking himself everywhere and staring. He sat him on the couch, running to get some pants and coming back to George lookign confused. "What's up?" Go looked at him, the confusion clear on his face. "They stopped?" He got up, walking around and wondering if maybe...he ran to the door, upon opening it he he heard delighted laughing, followed by little grabs and pulls, and then one large pull as he was pulled from the door to the floor, Glen slamming it, looking alarmed.
They were both silent for a minute, when Glen helped George to his feet, and smiled awkwardly. "So.....wanna just never talk about this again and use me for an excuse for whatever party you clearly went to?" George could only nod, just confused and ready to pass out, a good way to end a weird night.
